CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
SafehouseHana opened her mouth to speak and Annalise Che raised a hand to stop her. The movement of the delicate fingers held a hidden command for silence and Hana’s spine prickled with irritation at her immediate compliance. She exhaled, recognising her old nature and hating it. Pushing herself up and backwards, her legs settled on the mattress and she straightened her spine. “Don’t shut me up,” she bit. “I have questions.”
Annalise Che inclined her head and a small smile found her lips. “You do. But your children are hungry. Breakfast is served in the dining room if you’ll follow me.”
Hana swallowed, hearing a meal invitation from her captor and experiencing momentary confusion. The sound of Wiri’s stomach growling tipped her hand and made her compliance assured. “Ok
